How will you survive?

You know, getting back to Christopha's original question:

I'd love it. If I had a choice of location, South Island of New Zealand.
But wherever it was - a small village community, self-sufficient farming, water powered tools (such as the workshops of old - belt drives etc).

I wouldn't miss TV, computers, cars, planes, telephones etc etc.

Perhaps life expectancy would shorten considerably, but it would feel like they are honest years, and a real sense of achievement. Anyone want to start an Armish community now?

So how do the worms drink worm tea anyway? Last time I saw one it didn't have any hands to hold the cup?

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wongo, the banks will be closed.

all the bank managers will be against the wall with the lawyers, the politicians, the oil execs and the military generals without thier own militia - all in a nanosecond... you ever seen a video of a bunch of ragheads tearing up a seppo flag ? thats how quick it will be...

You on the other hand will either die quickly with the rest of us, or, you'll be hiding your wife and kids and going out hunting with an axe and a knife for cat, possum, king parrot, indian mynah bird or dog - no bag limit. you'll also be stuffing your shirt with old $5 bills and super statements to keep warm and to start fires "later on". you can go live in any mansion you like - so long as you are prepared to wipe out the previous inhabitant... and I didnt mean cockroaches - you'll have to share with them regardless; there'll be no more mortein...

all your precious timber will be burnt cooking dog, cat and possum and your jet will be turned on its side int he doorway and used as a defensive device or just rust in the corner as a makeshift table - you may even wind the handle up and down a few times thinking of the good old days...

the new rich will be those with the "McGiver knack" of building a tram froma bale of straw. Or be the ones with cans of pal buried in the back shed. Seeds, arable land, swimming pools hidden underground with clean water will be commodity items for barter. Those with reminant medicines, guns, bullets, matches, ligther fliud, flint and lighters or keys to secure facilities or out of the way places will be wealthy.

Those with some goats, chooks and sheep will probably be ok too - the cows will roam wild and the oz enviroment will suffer the shock of the cloven hoof until they are hunted out very quickly by the survivors of the apocolypse. A new meat will be in the shops - "long Pork" YUM!!!

Those in the country will hide and become the true inbreds and send out hunting parties to steal wimin and kids and long pork - they will become ace sharpshooters and a 303 with a long scope will be a priceless item = I predict most rifles will have at least 100 kills and 300 owners before the ammo runs out...

"Your stuff" will be stuff you can hold with both hands and run away with yelling "mine, mine, mine!!!" so long as you dont get shot in the back by your hunting partner because he's a bit hungrier than you or he likes your wife.... Your thigh muscle is probably very tasty with all that basketball jumping you've done....

Oh... marksmanship with bows and arrows, feudal societies and short life expectancies will be the norm. a bloke in his 30's is old, a bloke in his 40's is meat and a bloke in his 50's is unheard of. quick build a trbuchet and a stone wall!! make some friends and bind with blood for life to protect eachother - you'll all have to live in the same unscalable fortress and your poo will be fertilizer for your farm in the "special hidden place..."

Dont worry about your super - quick, buy rubber gloves and stock up on panadol now, dress your timber while you can....

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Originally Posted by Cliff Rogers

Yes.
OK.
Yes, if you cover it.
No.

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Yeah, but leave the plug out or the worms will drown in it.

iron mongery (as opposed to mongrels) to manufacture swords shall make a comeback. as shall the art of knife fighting. the roman tortise and probably the best thing in war shall be re-seen : only the combatitants shall die in battle. pillage shall still be de-riguer!

pikes, battle charging horseys and k-nigets shall galloop just like romper room.. however war shall be localsied since tranport shall be confined to hay burners and a few bicycles and balloons.

a bike with gears shall be the gruntomatic for your lathe to make rustuc furniture and unsquare wooden wheels for your battle chariot and hay burning plough...

is this what you want to read Chrissy ?

Well the way israel and palestine are at it it will not be long :rolleyes:

Sounds like you've all been reading old John Wyndham books!
Cheers
Graeme

whos john wyndham?

& just HOW old is he? :D

It's all the bloody Triffids fault if you ask me.

Day of the Triffids, The Kraken Wakes, The Midwich Cuckoos, Trouble with Lichen, Jizzle. 1950s sci-fi. No spaceships and not many aliens but placing contemporary people in disaster situations, exploring the human responses to survival conditions.
(Well I liked them, anyway)
Cheers
Graeme

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Originally Posted by craigb

It's all the bloody Triffids fault if you ask me.

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Onya Craig,
I don't suppose these philistines read PAPER books.

I think I will harness amphetamine fuelled boxing kangaroos to my chariot, and hurl Tassie Devils and rabid wombats at those people that are hording all the good food and sexy wimmin - till those good food and sexy wimmin hording people give in and run away (or die).
Then I'll make the sexy wimmin cook me some of that food, and keep those wimmin busy supervising the Tassie Devil/Wombat hybrid breeding program.

On Mondays and Tuesdays I will work on creating a fiefdom (via my cunning plan involving my trebuchet hurled Tassie DevBats)... the rest of the week I'll practise being a Zen Buddist, Amish living, benign dictator.

Can't wait.

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Originally Posted by Zed

iron mongery (as opposed to mongrels) to manufacture swords shall make a comeback. as shall the art of knife fighting. the roman tortise and probably the best thing in war shall be re-seen : only the combatitants shall die in battle. pillage shall still be de-riguer!

pikes, battle charging horseys and k-nigets shall galloop just like romper room.. however war shall be localsied since tranport shall be confined to hay burners and a few bicycles and balloons.

a bike with gears shall be the gruntomatic for your lathe to make rustuc furniture and unsquare wooden wheels for your battle chariot and hay burning plough...

is this what you want to read Chrissy ?

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Zeddypoos, methinks you has lost it old son.....:rolleyes:

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Originally Posted by Clinton1

I think I will harness amphetamine fuelled boxing kangaroos to my chariot, and hurl Tassie Devils and rabid wombats at those people that are hording all the good food and sexy wimmin - till those good food and sexy wimmin hording people give in and run away (or die).
Then I'll make the sexy wimmin cook me some of that food, and keep those wimmin busy supervising the Tassie Devil/Wombat hybrid breeding program.

On Mondays and Tuesdays I will work on creating a fiefdom (via my cunning plan involving my trebuchet hurled Tassie DevBats)... the rest of the week I'll practise being a Zen Buddist, Amish living, benign dictator.

Can't wait.

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And he's serious!:eek:

Cheers:D